This track delves deep into the realm of introspection and self-examination. The artists grapple with their personal flaws and struggles, portraying them as demonic flames that burn through their skin. The recurring motif of a carjacking paired with a Jason mask symbolizes their battle with destructive behaviors and violent tendencies. These are presented in stark contrast to the mundane act of driving, suggesting an internal struggle between normalcy and chaos. The lyrics also touch on existential themes, questioning the significance of individual life within the vastness of the universe. Furthermore, they express a sense of fatalism, hinting at a constant flirtation with death and an inability to escape its inevitability. Overall, this song is a raw exploration of personal demons, mortality, and existential dread.
My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell
Lyrics
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Slumped back in the driver's seat
Blunt between my lips
I'm riding with a bitch that's high as me
She ducking out
She trying to sleep
I'm duckin' out
I'm trying to see the road
But all I can see are four horsemen
Coming closer to me
I think I'm 'bout to die, we'll see
Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch
It ain't my time
Let the world blow up first
Then I might just close my eyes
It's all I really wanted my whole life
The universe won't notice, bitch
You just another life, the sun'll rise
The stars have already died
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
Carjack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die, gotta big clip wit' a Jason mask
I!
See the reaper creeping
As my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons
My!
Weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life
But on my soul, it's feeding
(It goes on and on and on and on and on)
Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream
Screaming and needing
Yelling and pleading that things ain't as they seem
In the cut sneaking and tweaking
Because I can't stop seeking this pain
This torture of horror that I'm always conceiving
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Seth Haley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
What is the Meaning of My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell
?
End of content
That's all we got for #